In a Manner of Poetry

December 22, 2018March 16, 2019

Meaning

I know you hate when I ask and I’m sorry, not sorrySo tell me, do you ever feel anything for meI’ve surprised you with candy and flowersI’ve written poems for you after hoursSince that first text we haven’t missed a dayYou’ve told me things that made me feel a wayNo one can get me in my feelings as quick as youI’m still trying to figure out how you do what you doMaybe it’s the light brown skin and blonde in your hairMaybe it’s just because you swore you’d always be thereEither way, you’re in all of my daydreamsI don’t how all of this happened but I think I know what it means